The architecture of my sister's thinking, now phantom. I fall down stairs that are nothing but air.
Jandy NelsonHe murmers into my hair, "Forget what I said earlier, let's stick with this, I might not survive anything more." I laugh. Then he jumps up, finds my wrists, and pins them over my head. "Yeah, right. Totally joking, I want to do everything with you, whenever you're ready, I'm the one, promise?" He's above me, batting and grinning like a total hooplehead. "I promise," I say. "Good. Glad that's decided." He raises an eyebrow. "I'm going to deflower you, John Lennon.
Jandy NelsonI wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes when the grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe.
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